It mostly got finished because, when I'd written a little of it, and thought it was rubbish, I read some of it to Maddy, and she really liked it and wanted to know what happened next, so I had to keep going. Never underestimate the effect of daughters on literature.
I ought to go back to the cabin tonight and keep writing, but I've just been told that there's a conference call I have to be on tomorrow morning, and seeing one of the good things about the cabin is that cellphones almost don't work out there, I think I'll sleep in my own bed tonight.